Hi everyone! I published this! Just like I promised. I hope y'all enjoy! So basically this is what Victorian England's Harry Potter High would look like with supernatural creatures... oh God what have I done?

The only pairings are currently Cheslet and Greenhill x Edward but that is susceptible to change (as I do not actually ship these, that's just the direction this story went in) so if there's a pairing you'd like to see let me know maybe?

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Secrets and Students

The Red Dorm was silent when Maurice Cole slipped back inside, not that he didn't expect it to be at this time of night. Though if anyone else was out he could just say he was doing the rounds for Redmond and order them back to bed. Unless it was Redmond himself, then he was screwed because Redmond hadn't actually asked him to do anything and Cole could hardly tell him what he was really doing at this time of night.
It would be easier and safer to stay in the Red Dorm for this but Maurice found it was easier to charm his way into the minds (and beds) of the Violet house students than it was the students of his own dorm. He wasn't sure why but the students in Blue and Green Dorm were all but impervious to his supernatural abilities, as were a lot of the Red House students.

There were a few Violet house students who he couldn't touch, like the prefect, Violet, and his Fag, Cheslock, they'd always been immune to his influence, as well as a couple of others. But for the most part it was just Green, Blue and most Red House students he had trouble with.

Cole slipped into his room and into the bathroom with a smile that was half satisfaction, half curiosity. Not all Red house students were immune to him. His old 'boyfriend' Derrick Arden and his friends certainly hadn't been.

He wrinkled his nose. His abilities to manipulate human emotions and influence human minds got stronger the more that human opened up to him. Physically and emotionally that was. He and Derrick had been almost sleeping together and, had that happened, the idiot would have been putty in Maurice's hands, completely open to suggestions and influences.

He didn't feel bad about his plans to influence Derrick's emotions to such a degree. Why would he? It was hard to feel bad about anything done to an asshole like Derrick and it wasn't actual mind control, even full demons weren't capable of that, and he certainly wasn't. It just made his suggestions and opinions more persuasive than those of a regular human, even one Derrick was 'dating.'

Maurice snorted as he finished removing his make-up. Dating, yeah, right, even though they were both males in England who could be beaten or worse for their homosexuality that still wasn't the reason that word was a farce.

Derrick Arden was a stupid, useless bully and the only way Cole had been able to stop Derrick from hurting him and the other students was by flattering and flirting with him until Derrick thought of Maurice as a trophy boyfriend rather than a punching bag, not it had totally stopped the blows from coming his way if he overstepped the limits of his abilities and/or did something Derrick didn't like.

Slipping under the covers Cole ground his teeth together. Oh, it stung that a stupid, useless human had been able to reduce him to that. But he was no stronger than an ordinary human and he'd seen what had happened to those who'd tattled on Derrick to the headmaster, vice-principal or the P4, whether they were believed or not. No, he'd had to wait.

Wait, and get closer to Derrick until he was successfully able to manipulate Derrick's whole group with little more than a pout and a flutter of his eyelashes, which was good, but not good enough. He'd been *this* close to getting Derrick to sleep with him, which would solidify the bond between them until Maurice could influence Derrick's emotions with little effort… then Derrick had 'switched dorms.'

Except he hadn't. They may not have been sleeping together but Cole and Derrick still had a mental bond, Maurice could feel everyone he had a bond with in this school and further. If he concentrated he could feel the energy of his (step)mother in their house back in London, he cared little for his father and older brother and they for him, thus couldn't feel them, but he should definitely be able to feel Derrick even if he had moved to Violet Wolf Dorm. He could feel the other Violet Wolf students he was sexually or romantically bonded to, he could feel Cheslock, as both Fags to their respective Prefects they had a bond of trust between them, however fragile and one-sided. He could feel Clayton and Midford in Blue and Green house as well, for the same reasons and their bonds with Cole were much weaker than the bond he'd had with Derrick, he should be able to feel him still.

The two reasons he wouldn't be able to were if Derrick and his friends had all moved out of the reach of Maurice's emotional links or if they were dead. Either way that 'moved to Violet Dorm' excuse was just that, an excuse.

Cole punched his pillow and rolled over, he'd been so close! Being able to manipulate Derrick's emotions and thoughts to that degree he could've stopped all of this, he could have put an end to Derrick's bullying, could have made him confess everything to Redmond and the others of the P4 and perhaps even made Derrick feel some guilt for some of the things he'd done; punching Maurice in the face, breaking Hardcourt's leg etc.

Cole snickered as he rolled over again, finally getting comfortable. That wasn't likely, he was a half demon, not a God. Even if he could manipulate emotions he couldn't force empathy on someone who didn't have any.

Ciel Phantomhive was not happy.

Well Ciel Phantomhive was never happy but he really wasn't happy being forced to attend a public school to find a missing kid or five. And he really, really wasn't happy with how little everyone around here seemed to know about the boy's, Derrick Arden, move from Scarlet Fox Dorm to Violet Wolf Dorm.

Oh well, if no one was going to tell him anything he was just going to have to find out on his own, it wasn't like that hadn't been the plan from the beginning.

Maurice Cole walked into his classroom, chewing absentmindedly on the inside of his lip. He still wasn't full after last night and his energy was waning quickly. He would have to seduce one of his other partners if he wanted to be at full strength again but recently he'd found he had little appetite for it.

It's your own fault, he scolded himself, if you had a regular partner who knew what you were you wouldn't have to keep syphoning bits of energy here and there like some sort of pathetic psychic vampire. But therein lay his problem. He did not play well with others, the idea of having a fixed partner, one who he would have to open up to as much as they opened up to him, rankled him. And besides, who would want him, really want him, if they knew what he really looked like, what he was and what he was really like, no-one, that's who.

A feeling of dread washed over him and he stopped in the doorway, looking up.

His eyes met seductive maroon orbs set in probably the handsomest face he'd ever seen, "oh my, another student? You'd best sit down quickly or you'll be late."

Cole began to shake, he wasn't sure why he was so terrified, just that every instinct he had was telling him to run, that the creature, not human, in front of him was very, very dangerous.

That was stupid, their new professor was probably 100% human, Cole had never met another supernatural creature, half-blooded or otherwise, in his seventeen years, it was hard to believe another one would just randomly show up at his school now. He was probably perfectly safe.

The new professor took a step forward, Maurice instinctively took a step back, "oh dear, you look unwell, would you like to go to the infirmary Mister…?"

"Cole," Maurice managed to stammer out after a second when it occurred to him that he should probably answer, "Maurice Cole."

The professor smiled, "well then Mister Cole, are you feeling unwell?"

Maurice saw his out and grabbed it, "sorry professor, I do feel very unwell," that wasn't totally a lie, the fear still thrumming irrationally through his body was starting to make him feel sick in his stomach, his trembling increased.

"Well run along to the infirmary and lie down, just make sure you work extra hard next lesson to catch up."

Maurice managed to paste a shaky smile on his features and he nodded, "I will. Thank you so much professor…?"

"Michaels. You run along now."

Maurice nodded again, "thank you Professor Michaels." Then he bolted like the hounds of Hell were after him.

Sebastian watched Cole leave, there was something odd about that one, something other than the fact that he had the most delicious-smelling soul Sebastian had smelled in a very long time.

Edward Midford was also terrified.

What on Earth was Ciel doing here?! He was not supposed to find out like this! Now not only was Ciel going to find out about his own powers in the worst way possible but he might find out about Edward too. The older boy didn't want that to happen, his secret was bigger than just him.

Calm down, he told himself strictly, this was no way for a senior student to act, he could still tell Ciel the truth about himself, save Ciel from finding out the hard way, and there was no reason he had to know Edward's secret. That he and the rest of Green Dorm were all werewolves.

Ciel couldn't know that, Green House might all be werewolves, but the rest of the school, minus Ciel himself, were all humans and if one of them found out, they could all find out.

Plus, Ciel, as the Queen's Watchdog, was possibly the worst person to find out about them, that part of the English nobility were supernaturals was a closely guarded secret, they didn't need that sort of attention thank-you-very-much.

Then again, Ciel was going to marry Lizzy so he was going to have to find out sooner or later. Lizzy wasn't a werewolf, as only males were affected by the gene, but she did have werewolf genetics and her sons could be werewolves.

Edward almost laughed, Ciel marry Lizzy? Yeah right, Edward wasn't stupid, he knew Ciel was about as straight as he was.

Still… He should probably tell him at least part of the truth.

It was his turn to bat and Edward stepped onto the cricket pitch, still thinking.

Gregory Violet's back hit the wall, startling a laugh from the usually reserved prefect.

"Shit, sorry," said Cheslock who had him boxed in against the wall, Violet's legs wrapped around his waist.

Violet wrapped his arms around Cheslock's neck, pulling himself closer, "it's perfectly alright." He pulled the younger student in for another kiss and bit his lower lip, chuckling when Cheslock growled.

Cheslock broke the kiss to trail them down Violet's neck, his prefect tilted his head back to give him better access with a contented sigh.

Cheslock's fangs burned behind his gums, he kept them back through sheer willpower alone. Violet had no idea he was with a vampire so he had no idea what this meant to Cheslock. He'd only been in one or two relationships, if you could call them that, before Violet, but they had both been with other vampires who knew Cheslock was a vampire too, this sort of trust, baring your neck for a vampire, was not something he'd encountered before.

Of course, Violet didn't know what he was doing because he didn't know Cheslock was a vampire but it still meant a hell of a lot to him.

His fangs lengthened slightly as he kissed Violet's pale neck, he sheathed them. If it was another human student it wouldn't matter, he could hypnotize them, drink their blood and wipe their memories but he couldn't do that to Violet.

One, he couldn't bear to abuse the older student's trust like that, two; he didn't like doing that to anyone's trust, which was why he wouldn't have relationships with those he fed from, three; even if he was okay with it, it was against the school rules to feed from other students. It hadn't always been, back when Weston had been founded for vampires part of the reason it had been done was to provide students with easy access to fresh blood via their human classmates, that was the reason vampires were scattered through red and violet houses instead of having a totally vampiric dorm, but Cheslock liked to think they were a little more civilized these days. And four; he literally couldn't do that to Violet, even if he wanted to. Even though he was totally human (all the students in Blue House, Green House and about half the students in Red and Violet House were human) Violet had a natural block against vampire hypnotism. Cheslock had no idea why, he'd heard it happened occasionally but he'd never encountered it before himself.

So even though he desperately wanted his boyfriend to know he was a vampire he had to keep it a secret, even though it hurt.

Ciel had only been at Weston a week and he was out of patience.

Well no, that wasn't totally true, he could continue to be patient if he wanted to but he didn't want to.

If any of the students at Weston, or even the facility were actual humans instead of mindless sheep then his job would be so much easier but it seemed like that would be asking too much of the universe.

But other than the mindless populace there was little that seemed strange in Weston, Ciel thought while walking. He crossed a magical barrier used to keep humans out of the Blue Dorm without even noticing.

Actually, it was the opposite, everything was perfectly normal.

Ciel opened the door to the Blue common room just in time to see his new 'friend' McMillan shoot lightning out of his hands.

Everyone in the room froze. Ciel stared wide-eyed at McMillan and his friends who stared blankly back, McMillan looked at Ciel in confusion for a second before his face broke into a smile.

"Oh wow, you're a witch too! We all thought you were completely human! Come practice with us!" He patted the spot beside him vigorously as one of his friends slid over to make room.

"I'm a what?" Ciel asked inanely, wondering if he should scream for Sebastian. Maybe not yet, not just yet.

"A witch, or you wouldn't have been able to get past the barrier we put up," McMillan pointed to a line of salt and herbs lying across the doorway that Ciel hadn't noticed before but had stepped right over, "it makes ordinary humans think they've got something really important to do and hurry away," McMillan explained.

"So, what type of witch are you?" He asked eagerly, barely pausing to take a breath. "I'm a lightning witch."

He told Ciel the types of all his friends, two earths a water and an air witch but Ciel barely heard him. He was still stuck on the first part of this conversation.

"Wait, a witch?" He asked again, "what is going on here?!" He demanded, beginning to feel annoyed, this had better not be a trick to play on the new boy.

Dismay filled McMillan's features, "you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

Ciel mutely shook his head.

"Oh," McMillan awkwardly rubbed the back of his scruffy head, "um, whoops?"

I seriously never meant to write about Maurice Cole as much as I do. I guess it's cuz he's one of the less-used Weston characters so I get a freer reign with writing him.

Anyway! There you have it. What did you like? What didn't you like? Questions?

Hope you enjoyed guys, bye!